Lorene, about two weeks before her passing. |
I had the pleasure of knowing her for about about fourteen years. The things I miss most about her are her laugh, her wit and her sincerity. She was the type of lady who said what she meant and meant what she said. If she paid you a compliment, it was genuine. She wasn't the type to blow smoke, if you know what I mean.
After the birth of my first son, I had a very difficult time adjusting to motherhood. I adored my son but life as I knew it had changed...drastically. It had nothing to do with the baby. It was me. I left a successful sales career, our newlywed social life was non-existent and my husband started Emory's MBA program the day after I gave birth. I had help from my family but many times I still felt terribly alone and questioned myself as a mom. When my son was eight weeks old, I fell after a nighttime feeding and broke the cuboid bone in my left foot. That injury left me confined to a wheelchair for six weeks and feeling residual pain for about a year.
As a young pregnant woman, the first question people ask you is, "Is this your first baby?" As soon as you zealously answer, "YES!!!," you see a smile come across their face, as if they know something that you don't know yet. It's as if there's a secret motherhood club and no one will tell you the truth behind the rite of passage.
Maybe her wise soul realized that I was struggling or maybe she recognized that I was trying really hard to figure out my new role in life. Perhaps she had been through a similar experience. I'm not sure. As a second time mom now, I'm much more confident and care a lot less about others opinions of me. Maybe it's because I still hear her softly whispering from above, "Amy you're doing a great job raising those babies."
Wow! I love this post!
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Thanks for sharing! :)
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